But that was a conversation for another day. Today was about survival. And finding that bastard Carson Spade.
He looked at the countdown on his watch. When Jesse called Carson, whether or not he answered his phone, Kane would have his exact location. Sean was brilliant, though Kane stopped telling him that long ago. Why inflate his ego any more? Sean had created an app so that even if the person had GPS turned off, if they were called from a phone with the app, any other phone with that app could track them to a ten-foot radius. If they answered the phone, a virus wormed its way in so the individual could be tracked even when they terminated the call.
Unless of course they took out the battery. But Kane didn’t think Carson would suspect anything. And he would absolutely answer a phone when the caller ID had been programmed to show the name JESSE.
JT held up his hand and Kane stopped. They were flush against the back wall of the house, partly obscured by scraggly oak trees. Kane looked at the watch again. One minute. He held up one finger to JT, who nodded.
A group of four guards ran past them toward the back wall.
Thirty seconds.
Kane and JT entered through the same service door that Sean had escaped from. A guard stood there as sentry, but hesitated just a second, surprised that the man who had escaped had returned. Kane hit him in his neck and broke his windpipe. Quiet, effective, deadly.
They ran through the kitchen and stood in the butler’s pantry. Kane looked at his watch. Ten seconds. He took out the small tablet Sean had given him. The light was so dim he almost couldn’t see the screen, but he didn’t dare turn it up. He launched the app and waited. Listened. There was still chaos outside, but inside the atrium there was only a shouting match between Jasmine and Dominick.
He caught parts of the fight because the atrium echoed.
Rogan! How dare you!
Bitch.
Fool.
They won’t get out of Jalisco alive.
They’re not here, are they?
The app showed Kane as a white dot and Carson’s phone as a green dot. It was moving, about twenty feet from them and walking rapidly away.
Kane motioned down the hall that marked the atrium’s northern perimeter. JT nodded. They both moved down the hall and pursued Carson. They were getting closer when a shout and gunfire had them taking cover.
“Get him,” JT said. “I got you.”
Kane didn’t like leaving his partner, but he also couldn’t let Carson Spade get away. He bolted down the hall and into a room.
Carson had a gun on him. Kane reached out and disarmed him immediately. Fucking accountant and lawyer, not a soldier.
Carson stared at him wild-eyed. “You took my son!”
“My nephew,” Kane said in a low voice, “never forget it.”
Carson made the connection immediately, opened his mouth, then closed it. “You’ll never get out of here.”
“Shut the fuck up. I planned to kill you, but others want you alive. They won the coin toss.” Kane enjoyed the panic written all over Carson’s face.
“What? What do you mean?”
Kane didn’t answer. He looked around the room. They were on the ground floor, which was good. Where was JT?
Gunfire erupted, very close, and JT ran in the door. He was favoring his right arm.
“Fuck it, J!”
“Flesh wound. Let’s go.” JT pushed a table in front of the door.
“I’m not going with you!” Carson shouted purposefully to alert anyone in the house where they were.
Kane hit him. Damn, that felt good. He whispered in his ear as he pulled the bastard’s arm behind his back until he winced, “If you say one more word, I’ll stab you in the kidney and leave you here to die slowly and in agony.”
JT pushed open the window and climbed out. Kane pushed Carson toward the window as someone started hitting at the door. The table moved.
“Now!” Kane ordered.
Carson went through. Kane followed as the guards broke through the barrier. He pulled a grenade out of his pocket, pulled the pin, and tossed it back through the window.
“Run!” he commanded.
Ten seconds later the explosion sent them all to their knees. Screams echoed behind them, but Kane couldn’t be concerned with casualties.
He hoped Jack and Gabriella had been successful, because the plan had them splitting up until they reached the plane.
Provided Sean made it safely to the plane. And was able to land at the right coordinates in the dark with the pending storm.
They couldn’t escape the same way Sean had; by now the perimeter guards would have found the breach. They had to go through the main gate. And the best way was to create another distraction.
“J, now.”